Roman was humming to himself as he entered the locker room that Friday. He had just placed his bag down on the bench when Robert entered. Roman pulled his pants up from the bag and ripped the hem apart on purpose.
"Oh crap, will you look at that?" Roman asked.
Roman held up the pants and showed the hole.
"My sister can fix that," Robert said.
"Right, she's a seamstress," Roman said. "Has she arrived yet?"
"Yes, we arrived together. She's down at the station. I don't think she has any jobs yet so she can fix those right away," Robert said.
"Thank you," Roman said.
Roman started humming again as he walked out of the locker room. He had planned on somehow getting to talk to Bobbie today but it was better if Robert thought there was a natural reason for that. He walked into the seamstresses' station and was happy to find her alone in there.
"Hi, bobcat," he held up his pants. "I got a problem."
"That's a easy fix," she said.
She took the pants from him and quickly fixed them on her sewing machine. He watched her work, and then he had his pants back in no time.
"Are you always this cold the day after you've slept with someone?" He asked.
She looked nervously towards the door.
"Relax, it's just us in here," he said.
"I told you last night that you don't need to do this," she said.
"And I told you that I don't usually do this," he said. "I can't explain why I like you, but I do. For some reason that feral cat inside you brings out the rabid dog inside me."
"Cats and dogs don't mix," she said.
"Sometimes they do," he said.
"Not like this," she said.
"Bobcat, stop making excuses and be honest with me," he said.
She looked towards the door again as if to make sure they were still alone, and then turned her eyes back to him.
"I didn't take this job to mess with any of the stars around here," she said.
"Good," he smiled. "Because I don't think I can stand the jealousy that I would feel if you start messing with anyone besides me."
He leaned in closer. How he wanted to kiss her in that moment but he couldn't risk it. Instead he kept his voice low so that no one passing by the room would accidently hear him.
"I bet I know what you're thinking right now," he said lowly. "You would love for me to bend you over this table and fuck your brains out. If no one would be coming in here, you would beg for me to do it, wouldn't you? And I think the idea of someone maybe catching us even turns you on a little bit."
"You're wrong," she said.
"Am I?" He asked.
"I don't like the idea of people catching us," she said.
He broke out in a grin.
"But that's the only part you don't like?" He asked.
"Get out," she smirked.
"Alright, I hear you," he chuckled.
He took his phone up from his back pocket and held it towards her.
"Can I please have your number?" He asked. "I promise I won't call so that Robert doesn't get a reason to ask questions. I'll only text and you can answer them whenever you feel like it. Or don't answer if you don't want to talk to me."
She took the phone, put her number in it and handed it back to him.
"I got an idea. How about you get your own room next week so you can come to my room without Robert knowing?"
"What's the point in paying for my own room if I don't use it?" She asked.
"Right. That was stupid of me," he said. "Tell him you made friends with someone and you're gonna room with her instead. He barely speaks to any of the women anyway so he won't know the truth. And then come spend every night in my room."
"I'll think about it," she said.
He smirked at her. He stepped around her and let his fingers slide over her ass as he walked past her. He looked over his shoulder and winked at her.
"I'll see you next week," he said.
"I said I'll think about it," she said.
"I know," he grinned. "But I also know what the answer will end up being."